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I move her hands to her knees. “Hold yourself open for me. I want to taste you until you scream my name.”
Elowyn flings her head back like she can’t look. “Um… Weston?”
I swipe one finger through her folds. She’s so fucking hot and wet all I can do is groan out a, “Hmm?”
She withholds eye contact. “No one’s ever licked me… there. I mean… I asked… um… but I was told that women taste bad and stink and only beta males go down on them.”
She doesn’t have to say his name for me to know exactly who told her that crock of bullshit. I wish I could hunt him down and beat the living shit out of him. I wish I’d split his lip when I had the perfect opportunity. But what I can do is erase any and every memory of that tool from Elowyn’s mind and heart. My lips press into a thin, white line.
Cupping her ass, I slide her down toward my mouth until she’s open before me like a damn buffet. “Look at me, Elowyn.”
She peeks at me from underneath her sooty eyelashes.
“You spread open for me like this—all fucking mine—is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Now keep your eyes on me because eating your pussy is the only thing on my mind,” I growl, then lean down and take one long, slow, lazy lick. Her taste explodes across my tongue like nirvana. She’s perfection. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to handle having all my senses assaulted like this. But even more than that, I want to know what it feels like to have this woman come all over my face.
Because I’m the first. The first man to have my head between her legs.
In one strangled heartbeat, I wonder if I could be worthy of being the last.
I nuzzle between her legs, dipping my head again and again. Teasing Elowyn with my lips, my tongue. Soft and then firm, and then she gasps, her fingers coiling through my hair and pulling.
She sighs again, letting it turn into a throaty moan when I slide first one, then another finger inside of her. I had known she was pretty, beautiful even, but I had no idea she could be so hot. Despite the fact that Jesse was a selfish prick in the bedroom, nothing about Elowyn is ashamed or embarrassed when she holds my gaze captive and spreads her legs to give me better access without a second thought.
“You like it, don’t you?” I growl against her heated flesh. “Look at you silently begging for my tongue.”
Her writhing throws me off, so I sink my fingers into her hips as she whispers, “I want to be your bad girl, Weston.”
Elowyn tugs me even closer and bucks her hips into my waiting mouth. I tease her with my lips and teeth until she’s thrashing underneath the thrusts of my tongue. I hold eye contact one more time as my lips close around her clit and suck.
She shatters, and I soothe her through the lingering waves of pleasure, holding her tight.
“This isn’t… it’s not…” she stammers out, eyes screwed shut with her lip between her teeth.
I panic, going still. “Do you want to stop?”
“No! God, no.” She blushes for a second, searching for the words for what she wants. “I want more. I wantyou.”
I stop, not sure if I’m interpreting things correctly. I halt, my mind tangled in a whirlwind of desire and doubt. A hot, burning need courses through my veins, setting every nerve aflame. It’s an inferno that only she can quench, making my sweatpants tighten until they’re no longer comfortable. I yearn for Elowyn with an intensity that eclipses all reason, every fiber of my being aching to become one with hers. Pleasuring her, knowing her, becoming attuned to every sigh and shiver—that’s what I want more than anything.
So, I hold back, steadying my breathing, every cell pulsating with restrained anticipation as I gaze at the expression on her face.
“Do you have any condoms?” she blurts, erasing any misconceptions.
I nod, frantically, reaching over her to the bedside table and trying to open the drawer, a small feat from the angle I’m leaning on the bed. There’s a brand new box that I bought on a whim a few months ago, due more to a positive attitude than any real prospects. I never even imagined something like this… like Elowyn.
“Calm down,” she croons at me, reaching for the back of my head and pulling me into a soft kiss. “I’m not going anywhere. The fire department couldn’t drag me out of here.”
The kiss is hungry and loose, our lips clashing together without much care for whether or not we fully connect, just desperate to be touching each other. I stand to take off my sweatpants, sweeping them and my underwear away. Watching her watch me is the most riveting thing I think I’ve ever seen in my life. Without breaking eye contact, I stroke myself a few times. As I tear open the foil, I realize that she’s holding her breath, staring at the length of my erection as it bobs freely between us. She licks her full bottom lip and then I’m in a rush, rolling the condom down along my cock. Her eyes on me, drinking me in, does more for my self-confidence than any amount of working out or flexing in the mirror ever could.
Crawling over her, I place a hand at the back of her knee and shift her leg upward, opening up her hips before I take control and guide myself into her with my hand. She hisses, dragging her nails lightly along my shoulder blades, as I feel her stretch around me. I stop once I’m totally buried within her, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of my skin against hers. Her whole body is warmer than I expected, and while she’s so much smaller than me, she doesn’t feel delicate in the least. She feels solid and strong, and so much more special than anyone else who came before.
I slide out of her, painstakingly slowly, before giving her one long solid stroke. She moans, loudly, and I take it as an invitation to do so again, increasing my speed with each pump of my hips. Before I know it, I’m moving hard enough for the metal bedframe to squeak in time with my thrusts.
Reaching up, I grab her wrists and place them on the top of the headboard. “Hold on, bad girl. Things are about to get a little rougher.”
I watch the way her mouth hangs open and feel the urgent heat of her wide-eyed gaze, egging me on. I don’t want this to end too quickly. I don’t imagine Man Bun was anything to write home about between the sheets, and I need to do better than him. When all I want to do is fuck her so hard the entire bed shakes, I pause, slow down, until she whines at the change in pace before I slip my hand between us and go back to making circles around her clit. I keep my strokes firm and even, and it only takes a few seconds for a telltale whimper to start in the back of her throat.
“Please, Weston,” she cries, now thrusting her hips up to meet my own each time. “Don’t stop. Please.”
